Unequivocal Dining @ Ubiquitous Chip

Emerging through hanging leaves into Ubiquitous Chip like a surreptitious David Attenborough, (should Sir David be more occupied with prosecco and cheese rather than the wonders of the natural world), it was time for me to pay one of Glasgow’s most iconic restaurants a much delayed visit.

Whether you’re familiar with the arboretum-like settings, or have been acquainted with maverick Scottish writer and artist Alistair Gray’s magnificent wall murals, I’m sure that the legends of the eatery have not gone unheard, even if you have yet to dine here.

Nestled quite comfortably in Glasgow’s West End Ashton Lane, Ubiquitous Chip is a special little gem. Described as “a melting pot of people and ideas” since opening 45 years ago, it’s been frequented by the fun and the famous, the quirky and the quintessential West Ender.  Ex-staff members include actress Kelly MacDonald and The Late Late Show host, Craig Ferguson.


And whats on the menu? It’s a treasure trove of Scottish fare when it comes to grazing, and an epic journey through the world of wine when it comes to alcoholic amazements. Winner of the AA Wine Award 2015, you can guarantee that it’s worth perusing the 20-page wine novel to select the bottle for you. Don’t hesitate to grill the resident sommelier either – he’ll enthusiastically divulge the full history of any wine on the menu, providing some handy tasting notes and helpful pointers of which dish to match with your glass.

It’s with idiosyncrasies and quite lovely quirks like these that ultimately makes the Chip’s dining so charming. I enjoyed every sip, bite, glug and munch throughout the experience, and can only lament the fact that I didn’t order more munch, wish fore more wine.

Alas, until my next visit, you’ll just need to join me as I wistfully look back on the evening’s delicacies…

Amuse-bouche: Red pepper gazpacho

I can confirm – our bouches were officially amused with this refreshingly sweet appetiser.


Main no. 1: Guinea fowl breast, confit leg and pancetta cannelloni, celeriac.

The pancetta-stuffed cannelloni was a particular highlight amongst this colourful dish, and not a trace of puree could even be spied once I’d finished mopping up the lot with the deliciously moist guinea fowl.


Main 2. Galloway roe deer, squash, baby onions, smoked potato, hazelnuts and cocoa.

Ingredients which were individually tasty – combined together absolutely spectacular. Each mouthful wasn’t complete unless all components were stacked onto the fork. The crumbled cocoa was the most surprising element to the dish, melting together perfectly when sprinkled over the the rare-cooked roe dee, providing a quite satisfying crunch to the texture of the meat.


Dessert: Lemon and chocolate ganache.

Sweet yet zesty, chocolatey yet beautifully light – even those lacking a sweet tooth would be hard pressed to find a problem with this dessert heaven.


Cheese: Scottish and English selection

Onto the more mature portion of the evening –  the cheese. This handsome plate wins the award for the most divine of 2016.  As I painstaking chose three cheeses out of the possible five (I had to show some restraint, after all), the starring line-up saw a trio of Ragstone goat’s cheese, a Scottish blue and a Tunworth cow’s cheese.

The tasting? Absolutely brielliant (couldn’t think of any Scottish cheese puns, m’kay?)


Even although it was well past caffeine o’clock by the time the last morsel of cheese was nibbled with an almost-forgotten biscuit crumb, a creamy Baileys coffee was snuck in to wash the rest of the evening down. Not to mention dessert no. 2, comprising of salted caramel bites (does anyone remember life before salted caramel?); extra salty, extra melty, extra wowzer.

I have never before regretted being so late to visit a restaurant. I promise to return promptly, and to order much, much more wine on my next visit.

From Nature to Plate – Michelin Star Dining at The Kitchin

The Kitchin prides itself on being fanatical about seasonal cooking. Offering British cuisine influenced by French techniques, an appreciation of the best quality ingredients available from Scotland’s fantastic natural larder, and a Michelin star-adorned Head Chef to boot – true foodie utopia awaits behind the doors of the Leith-based restaurant.

It is no surprise, therefore, that the man behind the eatery has his roots firmly planted in Scotland. The Kitchin creator, Tom Kitchin himself, takes pride in every bite that’s served to the flocks of visitors who come to dine from all over the world. The restaurant’s philosophy, ‘from nature to plate’ is a true reflection of Tom’s hunger for the finest, freshest seasonal produce, and the cooking at the restaurant not only reflects his training under some of the world’s best chefs, but his own Scottish heritage.

But of course, the proof is really in the pudding. So in lieu of being able to digitally transfer you some morsels through the screen (perhaps, one day), here’s my very passionate ode to – quite simply – the most stunning meal to ever have passed my lips.

The Menu

After being seated in the lush – but not garishly decadent – surroundings of the main dining room, our handbags thereafter received their seats (naturally). Indeed, two stylish stools appeared as if conjured by magic to ensure that our weary bags did not have to endure their stay by lying on the floor, unable to take in the beauty of the feast which was about to be served.

So as our bags enjoyed the view from a new plane, and we began to peruse the Set Lunch Menu,  our exploration of Scotland’s seasonal produce began as we were greeted by the arrival of a four different-flavoured crispbreads. The seaweed variety accompanied by the creamed salmon dip was a  particularly moreish pre-lunch nibble..


As we placed our order (pleasantly, three choices are available for each course on the Set Lunch menu), our wine waiter explained that he would be selecting appropriate glasses for each course, telling us about each wine’s unique flavours and origin.

But before our starters even arrived, there was still time to enjoy a gorgeous amuse-bouche of vegetable veloute, as well as a freshly-baked, deliciously warm sourdough bread served with salted butter.


Already moving my belt one notch down and creeping towards fullness, thankfully the arrival of my crab and mussel ravioli immediately sparked my hunger pangs once more.


My equally ecstatic dining partner (my lovely mum) was greeted by her own mini nirvana on a plate – a wonderfully colourful mackerel parfait.


Allowing just enough time to finish off each glass of wine between courses was an additional delicious touch (not to mention sneakily allowing ample time for a slight wine haze to waft in).

In preparation for my main course, lamb hogget served with macaroni (who thought macaroni could be presented in such an architecturally sound way?), I was poured a glass of Riesling Kabinett Trocken from the German winery of Schloss Johannisberg. The result was a delicious melange of melt off the bone meat and the creamiest texture imaginable. See – even good old macaroni can be posh:


While I indulged, blissfully unaware of anything else going on in the world, my mum set to work on her plateful of roe deer, served with beautifully in-season rhubarb. The colours really popped off the plate to make for a visually striking dish.



We even chanced a wave and a double thumbs up at Tom through the kitchen window as we dined.


Now, for a dessert as spectacular as this, it requires a little warm up. A little backstory to my foodie life – cheese is the essence of my soul. Probably. Seriously, you wouldn’t brielieve just how much I love cheese. So you can imagine my awe when a whole trolley full of cheese was rolled right up to our table, boasting a grate selection (cheese puns are so mature), of cheesy goodness smiling up at me. Feeling that in an environment such as The Kitchin I should show some sort of restraint, I calmly selected just four (SO MANY REGRETS) from the trolley including: goat’s cheese, blue stilton, camembert and a welsh cheddar. Don’t ask me to pick a favourite – you’ll have gone too far.

Of course, an array of crackers, crispbreads, biscuits and walnut bread, along with apple, walnut, and seasonal rhubarb chutneys were served alongside by dairy feast. Plus, after severe protestations from our wine waiter as I asked for anything but a dessert wine (usually far too sweet for me), I admittedly couldn’t have asked for a better drink to compliment the sharpness of the cheese, than for the French Chateau Climens dessert wine he insisted he pour.


And if I wasn’t agog enough at my mini taste explosion, my wonderment was furthered by the lemon soufflé (which look as if it would feed 10) placed down like a trophy in from of my mum.


Sitting afterwards in that pleasant lull that only comes after a spectacular meal, we declined the offer of coffee, simply too afraid that even one more sip or bite would just be too much to take.

Flash forward another half hour however, and we someone managed to find ourselves drinking pink champagne (Philliponnat Brut Reserve Rose) and Espresso Martinis in the light-filled bar space.

We were at least ashamed at our sheer gluttony.



Having purchased the vouchers as a Christmas gift, I honestly could not have asked for a more spectacular dining experience to treat a loved one. At £110, I challenge you to find michelin-starred food and accompanying drink for anywhere near such a reasonable price. As we lounged in the bar after our meal, Tom Kitchin himself even emerged from the kitchen to walk round the tables to chat to each guest individually, thanking them for coming.

Never once rushed, or made to feel like we were on a conveyor belt of ever-changing diners, the cosy and personable ambience was the cherry on the most indulgent cake.

Try it yourself – I bet you’ll come away with a new appreciation for when your food is sourced, and – who knows – you might even ambitiously add a new recipe to your repertoire and attempt to recreate the whole experience at home.

You What? 10 Words with Weird Pronounciation

We’re all been there. We’re happily living our lives, doing that talking thing that we’ve become pretty comfortable with, when – WHAM! – our whole vocabulary is thrown into question in the face of public humiliation, as a horde of people (it’s always when there’s a large volume of people around) fight over telling you that you’ve made a word boo boo. You then go through the horrible realisation that you’ve been living your whole life repeating this word wrongly, and heck, who knows what else?!

On a less dramatic scale, more often then not you’ve been watching the telly, and happen to overhear something that makes you go “huh”.  But secretly, you’re glad that you experienced the revelation in private, and you make a note to yourself to fit it into conversation at your earliest convenience.

So, if you’ve ever had a bit of public blunder, private revelation, or plain OMG moment over a wily word, you might appreciate my top 10 , which I’ve seen both flummox, and been flummoxed by myself.


How you want to pronounce it: qwin-oh-ah

How it’s actually pronounced: keen-wha

Ever since I found out about this one (shamefully, merely a few months ago), I honestly can’t stop saying it, most probably out of sheer perplexity. It’s not uncommon that I desperately find a tenuous link in conversation, just so I can say it out loud to reaffirm its existence from the reaction of other people.

And do you know what? I’ve never even tasted quinoa in my life. BOMBSHELL.



How you want to pronounce it: mow-ay

How it’s actually pronounced: mow-ette

Before you start arguing – I’m going to stop you right there and burst that massive champagne bubble. It’s unequivocally ‘mowette’.


Indeed, the winery’s founder, Claude Moët, was of Dutch heritage, and pronounced his name with a hard ‘t’. So if anyone scoffs the next time you offer them a glass of “mowette” (that is if you find yourself offering someone Moët often – I certainly don’t), you have my – and Claude Moët’s – permission to snootily correct them.


How you want to pronounce it: miln-gah-vee

How it’s actually pronounced: mull-guy

If you live in Scotland, you’ve probably wanted to smash your head against the wall every time you see a signpost for this particular problematic Scottish town, when it comes to pronunciation.

Nope, I don’t know why it’s pronounced like that either.

*Head explodes*



How you want to pronounce it: caw-lawn-el

How it’s actually pronounced: kurn-el




How you want to pronounce it: brush-eh-ta

How it’s actually pronounced: brus-ke-ta

I know, I’m butchering beautiful Italian, but I’m sticking with brush-etta. It sounds softer and – well, that’s my only reason. Yep, I may be head over heels for tasty, toasted Italian bread drenched in olive oil any day of the week, but just don’t ask me to do the ordering.

Italy, you can keep your hard ‘c’ on this one. I’ll keep eating all your delicious food.


How you want to pronounce it: hi-coff

How it’s actually pronounced: hi-cup

Four seemingly inconspicuous letters, EIGHT different pronunciations. The ‘ough’ combination in the English language is one cruel blighter. ‘Hiccough’ has to be the cost ridiculous one at all. WHERE DOES ‘CUP’ COME FROM?! It’s simply madness.

Oh, by the way, if you’ve been mentally counting up the different ‘ough’ pronunciations in your head there, let’s pause for a mini midway lesson:

  1. though (like o in go)
  2. through (like oo in too)
  3. cough (like off in offer)
  4. rough (like uff in suffer)
  5. plough (like ow in flower)
  6. ought (like aw in saw)
  7. borough (like a in above)
  8. Hiccough (like up in up)



How you want to pronounce it: pot-poo-ri

How it’s actually pronounced: po-poo-ree

We’re all partial to a sniff of those lovely perfumed dried petals and spices in the more refined of homes (I’ve yet to achieve that milestone in my life), so don’t make a faux pas when it comes to complimenting the host on their ‘pot-poo-ri”s fragrance. Get ready to rewire your brain and get to grips with the firs two syllables – it’s ‘po-poo-ree’ ladies and gents.


Much classier, wouldn’t you say?


How you want to pronounce it: loo-ten-ant

How it’s actually pronounced: left-ten-ant

Were they smoking potpourri when they came up with this one?!

This word was originally formed from two Latin terms; ‘locum’ meaning ‘in place of’, and ‘teneris’ meaning ‘holding’, so combined meaning “holding in place of” someone else. Over time the word ‘locum’ evolved into the French word “lieu”. It’s speculated that when the English heard the French pronounce the compound word ‘lieutenant’,  they heard a ‘v’ or ‘f’ sound between the first and second syllables. And alas, we’ve settled on that pronunciation even since.



How you want to pronounce them: feb-roo-ah-ree/wed-nes-day

How it’s actually pronounced: feb-u-ary/ wed-ns-day

If you don’t mentally say ‘feb-roo-ah-ree’ and ‘wed-nes-day’ every time you write the date, I wholly recommend you do it right now. I challenge you not to feel that it’s infinitely more fun to say. And no, now you’ll never be able to get it our of your head. You’re welcome.


How you want to pronounce it: puhye

How it’s actually pronounced: pwee

It may be French, and as a French speaker myself I should have been able to master this one without to much conviction, but this one trips my brain up every time I see it. It doesn’t look French, doesn’t feel French and I don’t want it to be. Now pass me the puhye lentils please.



How you want to pronounce it: cumpf-ter-bull

How it’s actually pronounced: com-for-table

Quite simply, uncumpfterbull with the state of affairs here.

And here’s one you absolutely MUST start pronouncing correctly…


How you want to pronounce it: ex-press-oh

How it’s actually pronounced: ess-press-oh

Please heed this plea and end the madness. If only for my sanity at least. There’s no ‘x’, there never was. Ever. Shhhh. Stop it.



Go on, let me know what you would add to the list and at the same time probably let me know what else I’m saying wrong.

Everyday I’m Mugglin’

I’m a witch trapped in a Muggle’s body.

Even although 15 years have passed since I should have received my Hogwarts letter, there’s still a snitch of hope that it’s all been a misunderstanding and my owl simply got lost on the way.

So, having missed out on seven years of magical education, there was really only one next logical step in life: get to London, embark on the Warner Bros. Studio Tour, and live out the whole thing on fast-forward instead.

Naturally, if you’re planning on flying off on such an adventure, you’re going to have to book quite some time in advance. Even although the film studios have been open for over three years, tours still book up quicker than you can say ‘accio Firebolt’. If you’re looking to avoid the school rush and make sure you’re around only big kids like yourself, book an evening slot on a school night, and you can run about like a five-year-old without being judged by actual five-year-olds.

Before your tour begins, you’ll be led to a dimly lit cinema room, where your tour guide will no doubt jokingly quip that you’re about to be shown all eight films back to back. I was only marginally disappointed this was in jest. After watching a totes emosh montage of iconic moments from the films, seeing your favourite trio grow up before your very own eyes, the screen itself begins to lift…eventually revealing, THE DOORS OF THE GREAT HALL. I’m still crying.

And how did it feel to finally stand in The Great Hall after 19 years of avid fandom? Well, if this picture is anything to go by, kind of confusingly terrified.


The scale itself really is, well, magical. Every corner turns into another football pitch-sized warehouse of trinkets and treasures to explore. I suspect that an enlargement charm was used to bewitch it to appear bigger on the inside. The T.A.R.D.I.S doesn’t even come close.

After exploring The Great Hall with your tour guide, the time has come to go it alone. From there on in, you’re left to explore the cavernous arena at entirely your own leisure. Or at least until the place shuts. Hiding in The Vanishing Cabinet until everyone goes home is also an excellent option.

At the risk of any readers dying of old age by the time they view every snap I took, here are just a few choice highlights…

Harry’s crib


Tea with Hagrid


Going for a sherbet lemon in Dubledore’s office


Potions class


Sneaking into Gryffindor’s common room (even though I’m a Hufflepuff)


A big ass clock


Being so original and funneh




Nosing in on the Dursley’s


All aboard with Stan Shunpike




Finding J. K. Rowling’s wand in ALL THE WANDS


A not-creepy-at-all dead Harry


An entirely normal lunchtime at The Burrow (where the Wealsey’s have no heads).


Learning to fly – yay! Learning you’re actually a Hufflepuff – ugh. 

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A real-life Hogwarts too beautiful for words. 


And where does the end of the magical trail lead to? The gift shop of course, where I got the chance to practise my new-found flying prowess.


Alas, 10pm did finally strike signalling closing time, when we were muscled out by force so the exasperated staff could actually go home.

But before I go, let’s remember just some of the wise words from the great Dumbledore:

“Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy”

And what he was referring to was, when that choice involves deciding whether or not to visit the studios – it’s both the right path AND the easy path.

Italian Dining @ La Lanterna Glasgow

Italian cuisine. Glorious carbs upon carbs. Can you ever get enough?

Of course you can’t. Don’t be so bloody ridiculous.

When it comes to Glasgow, there’s a veritable smorgasbord of Italian restaurants to peruse. In fact, you’ll only remember you’re in Weegieland when you stumble across a wee bampot climbing the Duke of Wellington statue to pop a cone on his heid (and perhaps his horse’s too).

Not that the creamy saturation of Italian food in Glasgow is a bad thing. It’s positively marvellous. As a champion for all European cuisine, I could happily spend the rest of my days munching my way through an endless table of Italian, French and Spanish nosh. It’s no surprise therefore (WARNING: burger fans look away now), that I’ve got some beef with the current takeover of burger joints spreading their greasy baps all over the city. If I see one more generic, ‘gourmet’ burger joint, I’m going to seriously get up in their grill (their actual kitchen grill).

So among this banquet of pasta and burger mania, very few venues manage to make themselves stand above the rest. When it comes to Italian however, La Lanterna‘s light shines the brightest of all. ‘Authentic’ is a word thrown around often enough to detract from its true value, so believe instead in 45 years worth of experience. Yup, the renowned restaurant has been cooking up Glasgow a storm since it opened its doors in 1970. It’s also currently Scotland’s Best Italian Restaurant as voted for at 2014’s Italian Awards, and it hopes to defend the prestigious title for another year.


Run and owned by General Manager Chris Martinolli and Head Chef Luca Conreno (you might have seen him cooking on  STV’s Riverside Show), the duo have taken the restaurant to even more impressive heights in 2015, investing in one heck of a grand refurbishment.

A close-knit feel really defines the personality of the venue. It permeates the cosy yet buzzing atmosphere, the friendliness of the staff, and is found in each bite of the lovingly prepared food. Perfetto.

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I’ll finally serve you up some words on the food itself (apologies for the delay). First off, if you’re on the hunt for that round, dough-based foodstuff, go elsewhere. La Lanterna doesn’t serve pizza. “NO PIZZA?!” you cry? No pizza. Instead, the high-end restuarant offers a banquet of pastas, risottos, meats fish & salads. What more do you want fussy?

Not a starter fan myself (I’m all about leaving a house-sized space for dessert), I found myself diving into my first round of carbs. What I ended up biting into was the king of all focaccia. Crunchy on the outside – soft and airy on the inside. The complimentary side addition of crispy calamari was a delight . Do I even like calamari? Nope. Did I fall in love with this stuff? Oh aye.

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If you are only going to visit La Lanterna once however (but that would just be silly) you simply have to order the award-winning Raviolo Novelli – renamed after chef Jean-Christophe Novelli choose it himself, earning Luca Conreno the Best Chef Award at the 2013 Italian Awards. Now that’s an accolade. The dish stars spinach & ricotta ravioli (freshly made by hand each day in the restaurant) tossed with fresh sage, butter & finished with double cream & parmesan. The only thing I was worried about was that it wasn’t going to be enough to fill the chasm that is my stomach. Of course my worries were unfounded. The dish was so filling that I felt about 95.4% made of pasta when I was finished, which is precisely the correct amount.


Room for dessert? Not a chance. Order it anyway? Of course. At the risk of beginning to sound repetitive, the La Lanterna tiramisu was also on award-winning levels. I don’t even like tiramisu – seriously. And no, I don’t know either why I spontaneously decided to order so many things out of my comfort zone.

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Leaving the restaurant afterwards. feeling a few pounds lighter (numerically) and a few pounds heavier (biologically), I waddled out with the happy lull that only comes after a heavenly feed.

Go now. it’s worth every penne (been saving that for last).

Journey to King’s Landing

Ah Dubrovnik. Boasting the towering walls of the Old Town, charming orange rooftops and idyllic islands. Not forgetting it’s the home of Thrones (that’s Game of Thrones to you and me).  But of course I didn’t fly thousands of miles just to fangirl over HBO’s most iconic filming locations (that was only 80% of the reason). I got my travel pants on to sink myself into Croatia’s unparalleled beauty, deep history and illustrious culture. I knew from the very first sight of the most perfect melange of blues I’ve even seen that the this trip was going to be a winner.


An easily navigable city, resist the temptation to flag a cab on your explorations and take things at your own pace as you explore Dubrovnik on foot. Make the most of sauntering through postcard perfect scenes and appreciate the views that you sure as hell aren’t going to be able to ogle at out the office window once you return home.

Some of the excusrions around the city can be pretty pricey – Game of Thrones tours, taking the cable car – but if you’re only going to pay for one thing when visiting, PLEASE make sure it’s climbing the wall. A 2km walk in total (after climbing a feckload of steps to get up there in the first place), it takes around 40 mins to explore at a leisurely pace, where you’ll be sure to stop to ‘ohh’ and ‘ahhh’ about every three seconds as you see the exact same view from a slightly different angle. Seriously though, it’s out-of-this-world  on the scale of amazing. So much so, that you’ll be scrambling for your phone desperately trying to capture every millisecond. Resist the temptation however and, you know, actually experience it with your very own eyeballs by puting the screen away. I know – so archiac. It truly is a #nofilter location.

Now THAT’S what you call a wall.


And for all your Thrones fans desperate to explore the home of King’s Landing, it really isn’t essental to go on one of the (expensive) walking tours. By simply climbing the wall, visiting the neighbouring islands, and exploring the Old Town, you’ll conquer your quest without the need of your own Ser Jorah (or tour guide) and you’ll feel twice as rewarded every time you stumble upon that scene from that episode with that guy and that death scene. Am I right?


Continue on your epic voyage by moseying on down to those friendly islands just across the way. Costing merely a couple of bob from the port of the Old Town, you can jump on a boat to the island of Lokrum, which is only 15 mins away! Featuring the ruins of a Benedictine monastery, botanic gardens, unspoilt beaches and, oddly enough, hundreds of peacocks, the island is pristine and peaceful. You can even swim in the Dead Sea. It’s also the setting of yet more GoT moments; it doubled for scenes in the oppulent city of Quarth. Honestly though, it’s pretty much just run by peacocks.

Peacocks can FLY by the way. Am I the only person who didn’t know that?

But anyway, apart from the wildlife, the island is a genuine treasure trove filled with nooks and crannies to explore amongst imposing ruins. Spend a full day there to get the chance to see the whole island. Unaware of how unwilling we’d be to leave, we merely had three hours on the paradise island, and left feeling disappointed and there was so much we still didn’t get the chance to see.



That’s so Khaleesi: The Island of Lokrum doubled as the setting of Qarth in HBO’s Game of Thrones series.

After all that exertion, you’re probably going to want to have a bit of a epic sit down and just throw things in your face. And when it comes to stuffing your face, the city does that pretty well too. If you fancy delving into an authentically Croatian dining experience, there are a handful of cosy restaurants that will cook you up a storm. Kopun, is one such venue. Situated in a quant little sqaure at the top of the beautiful Spanish Steps, and next to a picturesque cathedral  in the Old Town, it serves up traditional Croatian cuisine, and is one of the most highly rated restaurants in the city. Seafood fan? Try the Brodet (spicy seafood stew). The house specialty, Capon (male chicken, cooked slowly) in orange sauce, was my meal of choice and was deliciously moreish. I even managed to find myself a beautiful Pinot Grigio Rose wine: crisp, fresh and dry and only £3 for a half carafe!

Don’t even think about going back to your hotel after dinner. Cited as the ‘bar with the best view in the world’, Cafe Buza (or the ‘Hole in the Wall’ bar) is so good, you might cry when you see the views. No, really. Buza, meaning ‘hole’ in Croation, is accessed by literally entering through a hole in the wall, to discover this secret bar which perches about 100 feet up attached to the wall itself, making way for the views so boasted by the venue.

You could easily pull up a chair against the edge and find yourself still sitting there (probably pretty smashed) 10 hours later. Naturally, the atmosphere is always buzzing, and you’ll need to be extra lucky to nab a table right at the front. There’s also the added fun of being able take the steps down to the sea front, strip down to your swimwear, and take your chances as you jump off the rocks into the clear waters. Did I experience this first hand? Nope, I got as far as climbing onto the rock and just having a seat instead.



Dubrovnik Old Town by Night

Alas, it’s all but a glorious memory now. And about 1450 photos. My bronzed skin is well and truly transformed back to peely wally (that’s ‘pale’ in Scots speak). I’m already plotting my escape from Glasgow for some more island hopping. Winter is coming after all, so it might just be time for another journey back.

The Joys of Learning a Language

For me, learning French was not like romantically skipping through a field of daisies, elegantly and articulately expressing my surroudnings flawlessy in my new tongue. Challenging doesn’t even go half-way to describing the hundreds of awkward moments, terrible mistakes, and just plain nonsense I spouted while I was learning a language.

Yes, being thrown into a new country, and a job, where no-one spoke my native tongue was indeed the best way to learn said language, and I am thoroughly grateful for it in present day. Four years ago? Not so much.

Having a great passion for languages, I would absolutely encourage anyone to get out there and start learning one. But just in case you get a littl lost along the way, here are a few, shall we say, insider tips, to blagging your way through your next foreign trip.

1. Nod and Smile

Whiten your teeth and practise in front of the mirror, because you’re going to need to do a lot of this. The more you practise the more convincing you’ll be. You’ll find out as time goes by how good you become at feigning smiles or gaging what sort of face you should be making, or how to quickly rearrange your expression when you realise you should have looked shocked instead of happy, even although you still have no idea what anyone is saying.

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2. Eat

When someone asks you a question in a different language, conveniently take a giant mouthful of baguette, croissant, or whatever else you can get your hands on, simply to avoid having to answer. Apologetically point at your stuffed mouth and roll your eyes. If you take long enough to eat it, they will give up and start talking to someone else.


3. Make noises

Lots and lots of noises. It’s amazing how much time you can fill by making sounds of agreement. Try laughter, gasps, tuts and sighs instead of actual speech. They may clock on that there’s something not quite right about you after a while, but by that time hopefully you will have an escape route.

4. Point

When you’re sitting in that lovely French restaurant and the waiter comes up and rambles in fluent French. Confidently reply “oui” to whatever he says, pick up your menu with purpose and simply point at what you want. If you look certain enough about anything they might even believe you are French.

5. Blend in

Perfect that classic French thinking sound. You know the one I mean? Like a Hoover when switched on? Try it while thinking, eating, signing, talking. Voila!

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6. Have a catchphrase

Learn around ten diverse phrases that you can slip in almost any conversation. Bonus points if you get all ten in during one conversation. Some of my favourites were “Non, ce n’est pas vrai!” (No, it can’t be true!), “Ce n’est pas grave” (It’s cool/ that’s fine) and “Quel dommage!” (What a shame/pity!).


7. Laugh

Laugh hysterically when someone tells a joke (judge this by when everyone else laughs), then laugh way past the point where everyone has stopped laughing so you don’t have to be the one who talks. Plus, no one will want to talk to the person who laughed past the point where the joke was funny anyway.

French Cat

8. Be the stereotype

Every time someone looks at you for your opinion, sigh haughtily and shake your head. Taking a long drag on a cigarette is an added bonus. You are on your way on becoming French.


9. Read

Have a foreign book or magazine on you at all times and ‘read’ it wherever you go. Hidden inside however, you will have an English book of your choice which you are actually perusing.

10. The Face

If all nine of these fail, pull the most terrifying face you can bring yourself to make, then don’t relax until they have left you alone out of pure fear.

The Face

Alternatively (and this may be your last resort) you could buy lots of language books, CD’s, films, newspapers, take foreign language lessons and make new friends to really master it all. It’s your choice.

Lopud – To Infinity Pools and Beyond

No roads. No traffic. No screens. Solely travelling by boat for an entire week. Turns out it’s pretty damn good for the soul. However, it will make you want to buy a boat (not so good for your bank balance).

Merely a hop, skip, jump…and a plane, bus, ferry and walk (honestly, it’s worth it) from grey Glasgow, you’ll find the Croatian island of Lopud, just an hour’s ferry from Dubrovnik. The wonderland is a veritable pocket of  heaven nestled amongst Croatia’s collection of idyllic islands. And it’s definitely a candidate for the top spot.

Although the island boasts a quaint mix of guest houses, B & Bs and appartments, if you’re longing for lavish luxury, your haven rests at the Lafodia Sea Resort . When I say you can’t miss it, well, I don’t need to explain why.


Recently refurbished, there’s not so much as a tired sofa, carpet or curtain in sight. And quite right, what excuse do you have for tiredness if your home is as idyllic as Lopud? I would have quite happily completed the trip from home five times over, on foot, simply for this view.


Even the seemingly insignificant has been given the extra touch at the resort: think room lighting control panels, speakers in the bathroom and touch-sensitive room cards #hightech.

Apart from marvelling at technology and stuffing our faces (and my handbag) full of fresh croissants and other delicious goods from the amazing breakfast each morning, we did infact leave the hotel in the search or other culinary delights.

Inviting restaurants are dotted along the island’s coast, but if you must eat at just one, make sure it’s Obala. To be guaranteed a table, make a reservation. The menu boasts fresh fish and seafood caught that very day including: sea bass, lobster, king prawns plus a wide selection of meats and pastas. Plus, there’s nothing quite like having dinner this perilously close to the sea (nearly lost the pepper grinder a few times).


Second place in the Lopud dining awards goes to La Villa. I’m still having meaty dreams about the blue cheese steak I had cooked amazingly rare two nights running. As the restaurants on the island were noticeably more expensive than those in Dubrovnik, at roughly 450 kuna for dinner for two (£45), we fired through our cash quicker than intended. The fact of the matter was however, that we couldn’t fault a single morsel.

Before we even had a chance to worry about how we were going to get rid of the holiday weight, we discovered the real meaning of ‘taking the scenic route’ as we walked half an hour to the other side of the island. Although the pebble beach at the hotel was flawless, sand worshippers will be delighted to find pure white sands too. But if you can’t make the two km in sweltering heat on foot without melting into a pool of sun lotion, you can jump on a buggy for only 10 kuna per person (£1) which will zoom you there in a couple of minutes.


Once you arrive at what feels like a VIP secret beach, it is rather pricey for sunbeds and umbrellas, at 100 kuna (£10). But on the plus side, the beach bar restuarant offers pizzas, sandwiches and chips as cheap as, well, chips. Not to mention you can get wired into some afternoon cocktail drinking.

One moment you can enjoy the whites and golds of Sunj beach, the next you’ll feel like you’ve stumbled into the garden of Eden if you talk a walk in the small but beautiful botanical gardens, accessible from the main walkway along the coast. Soak up that tropical feeling, where all noise (what little of it there is in the first place anyway) is completely silenced by the canopy of the leafy greenery.


So if you can handle the heat, don’t forget to pack that pedometer – you’ll power past your daily recommended 10,000 steps before you even sit down for lunch. And there’s no excuse to stop adventuring after that. Venture off the beaten track and take a twenty minute walk to the left of Lafodia as you exit, around the outskirts of the island, and you’ll discover a little stone canopy – overlooking the most perfect view imaginable. I have now vowed to one day return and write my best-selling (obvz) book in exactly this spot.


Wait! Just before you throw your computer out of the window if I don’t stop going on about scenery, let me talk about sunsets. I genuinely thought that such photos only existed in the heavily filtered world of Instagram. Upon realising they aren’t in fact a myth, I took about 100 photos of just a single sunset, but you’ll be relieved to hear that I’ve managed to narrow them down to just two. I think I’ve done rather well.



But don’t let me fool you into thinking that we spent all holiday being so active – most of the trip was spent deliciously lazily. The most movement I made some days was to turn a page in my book – and I kind of wished somebody was around to do that for me too. In between all the taxing lying down, and rolling over, I had the pleasure of sinking into my first ever infinity pool, and I realised immediately why they are so named – you really would spend an eternity in one if it wasn’t so socially unacceptable to do so. Personally I see no logistical problems of relocating my office to this pool:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAfter all the above gushing, it will probably come as no surprise that upon leaving I shed a few tears, the first time I’ve cried about going home since I was about five (for real). Never before have I discovered a corner of the earth that that manages to blend both the experiences of an idyllic beach holiday and a city break so seamlessly together. Go now (and please take me).

All pictures were taken using the Olympus PEN E-P5

Oh la la! Most Commonly Misused French Words (by English-Speakers)

The French language is a fickle friend. You could write your own novel containing chapters upon chapters of similarly (or exactly) spelt words to those in the English language. Therefore it’s sometimes a bit of a head-scratcher when we discover words differ in meaning completely. Damn. So don’t be too quick to assume that a friendly-looking French word holds the same meaning in English.

Quite aptly, the kinds of tricky words are called ‘faux amis’ (false friends), as that’s exactly what the sneaky blighters are. Why not impress a Frenchman the next time you order du vin à Paris, and try to slip in one of these words or phrases?

10. Actuellement

What we think it means: It’s quite understandably tempting to add ‘ment’ onto just about any English word to change it into a French adverb, with the ‘ment’ commonly translating as the English ending ‘ly’ at the end of verbs (slowly, quickly, deeply etc.) And yes, a lot of the time this works (hoorah!),  so of course we assume that ‘actuellement’ translates as ‘actually’. Unfortunately it means something quite different.

What it actually means: ‘At the present time’, ‘currently’ or ‘right now’. For example, ‘I am currently eating my dinner’, is an instance where this  word would be used in the right context when translated. Using it to mean ‘actually, I’ve changed my mind’ would sound a bit strange. To say ‘actually’ in French, use ‘en fait’.

"We thought we needed to make this look more French."

“We thought we needed to make this look more French.”

9. Rester

What we think it means: The verb ‘to rest’.

What it actually means: This common verb means, ‘to stay’, and it rears its annoying head several times in conversational French. ‘Je suis restée à la maison’ = ‘I stayed at the house’, you’ve nailed it! But when you want to convey rest as in getting some down time, use the reflexive verb ‘se reposer’ – ‘Il se repose’ as in ‘he rests’.

8. Gentil

What we think it means: We may stab a guess as this meaning ‘gentle’ referring to the soft nature of people or the touch and feel of something.

What it actually means: Use this word when you mean to say ‘nice’ or ’kind’, such as, ’Il est gentil’ – ‘he is kind/nice’. You will more than likely hear this word in French, often used when someone pays you a compliment, or to thank someone when they’ve don’t something to help you, so the phrase: ‘merci, c’est gentil’ (thank-you, that’s kind) will be overheard commonly. But if you do want to use it to mean ‘gentle’, you can use ‘doux’, ‘aimable’ or ‘léger’ .

7. Eventuellement

What we think it means: Similarly to ‘actuellement’, we want to chuck on our French friend ‘ment’ to make the ‘ly’ in ‘eventually’. Translating this quite so literally may give your unsuspecting Frenchie a confused grimace.

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What it actually means: This means ‘possibly’ or ‘even’. Use the French word eventuellement in a sentence such as this: ‘You can even borrow my jacket’ or ’I will possibly be there tonight.’ But if you wish to say ‘eventually’ in French, use ‘finalement’ or ‘tôt ou tard’ (sooner or later). The second problem with this is that ‘finalement’ is also one of the most highly misused words, one we will look at in just a minute!

6. Monnaie

What we think it means: It means ‘money’, right?

What it actually means: We may not have moved away from the category of money completely, but this word refers to ‘change’ or ‘coin’. ‘Argent’ should be used when you are talking generally about money. A useful phrase to keep in mind is, ‘gardez le monnaie’ (keep the change), an apt phrase to add to your restaurant vocabulary.


5. Formidable

What we think it means: This one still trips me up. We have high hope for this to simply mean ‘formidable’, ‘dreadful’ or ‘fearful’. It is therefore surprising that the real meaning has rather lovely connotations.

What it actually means: ‘Great’! For example, ‘Ce film est formidable!’ meaning, ‘this film is great!’. Used so frequently, the first 100 times or so someone spoke it to me in France, I thought they were insulting me! When I finally started to use it, it was almost with caution. Try to remember it is literally a ‘great’ word in the French language.

4. Collège

What we think it means: We think it means college. Plain and simple.

What it actually means: This refers specifically to high-school and cannot be used to mean primary school, middle school, college or university. College/university is translated by ‘université’ and ‘école primaire’ for primary school.

3. Librairie

What we think it means: NO, don’t even say it, it doesn’t mean library!


What it actually means: Although related, never use this word to mean ‘library’. ‘Libraire’ specifically means, ‘bookshop’, so you’ll be sent off to the wrong place if you’re not careful. ‘Bibliotheque’ means ‘library’ and this word may come flooding back to you from your school days French. I always liked ‘bibliotheque’ as I thought it sounded rather comical.

2. Finalement

What we think it means: Remember how often ‘ment’ words trip people up, and be extra wary when using it. Nope, I’m afraid that this one doesn’t mean ‘finally’. Yes, things would be a lot easier if it did.

What it actually means: ‘Finalement’ means ‘eventually’, making this extra confusing owing to the fact that ‘eventuellement’ already exists  in the language as we have seen. Also, use this in place of ‘in the end’. For example replace ‘eventually’ with ‘finalement’ in: ‘Eventually, I will get round to finishing the project’.

1. Chance

What we think it means: More widely known to English speakers to mean ‘chance’. You’re probably thinking of the Chanel perfume, ‘Chance’, right?

What it actually means: ‘Luck’. For example ‘la chance!’ or ‘quelle chance!’ basically translates as ‘how lucky!’ and ‘what luck!’. To actually say chance in French, use ‘une occasion’, ‘un hasard’ or ‘une possibilité’.

We may think that our school French might be sufficient to get us through a French holiday, but reality might result in a few more faux pas that we’d originally planned. After our first million uses of ‘bonjour’ and ‘oui’ we start to feel a tad useless. Hopefully these ten words will provide some new, useful additions on top of your pocket French book the next time you cross the Channel for a cheesy, baguettey adventure. Bonne chance!


Commonly Misused Words in the English Language

The English language is one of the most complex in existence. With more words than any other language in the world, it is no wonder even native speakers don’t get it quite right all the time. Here’s a quick run down of my top ten most misused words. Some I am guilty of misusing myself, others are absolutely my pet peeve.

10. Ultimate

What we think it means: We often use this to mean ‘the best’ or ‘greatest’ when describing how good something is. Some wrong examples: ‘That was the ultimate burger’ or, ‘The Top 100 Ultimate Hits of the 80s’.

What it actually means: The last in a list of items. Also this is the one I am most guilty of using incorrectly in everyday life. To use it correctly in a sentence for example; this entry is not the ultimate in the list, we are only just beginning! This is perhaps one of the most widely misused words in the English language. Some may argue that this therefore means that this use is correct, and is now a commonly accepted part of the English language. that it is not wrong, and the word now does carry this meaning purely through how misused it is. Where do you stand on the debate?

9. Disinterested

What we think it means: Uninterested, showing no interest in something whatsoever. ‘I tried to talk to Kate about my problems, but she was completely disinterested’. Wrong.

What it actually means: Disinterested means free from bias or impartiality, not influenced by considerations of personal advantage. For example, ‘A lawyer is obliged to impart disinterested advice’.

8. Less

What we think it means: We think we can use this whenever the heck we want when trying to describe when there is not as much of something. ‘Mary had less apples than Margaret’.


What it actually means: We should actually use ‘fewer’ when items can be counted individually, so we would say, ‘Mary has fewer apples than Margaret’. When something is more figurative, general or cannot be counted, we use ‘less’ as in, ‘Bob has less hair than Paul’. Fewer as meaning ‘not as much’ opposed to fewer as ‘not as many’.

7. Literally

What we think it means: This is used as emphasis simply far too often. ‘I literally died laughing’. I am 100% sure that you literally did not, especially since you have appeared to live to tell the tale.

What it actually means:  Literally should be used to describe something that actually happened or is happening. ‘He literally danced with joy’. If he really is jumping up and down with happiness, then this is ok. However, ‘she literally exploded she was so angry’ is probably pretty unlikely.

6. Chronic

What we think it means: We often (myself included) use this to mean ‘very bad’ or ‘extreme’. For example, ‘He was suffering from chronic back pain’.

What it actually means: Chronic really means ‘long term’. So someone that is suffering from chronic pain actually means the pain is lasting. An easy word to misuse.

5. It’s

What we think it means: This is a very common and totally unforgivable mistake. ‘We were in awe by the palace and it’s superior beauty.’ We dont think twice about sticking that controversial friend, the apostrophe, just about anywhere we like.

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What it actually means: ‘It’s’ always means ‘it is’. ALWAYS! And NEVER anything else! So ‘It’s a beautiful day’ is absolutely fine as it is a contraction of ‘it is’ however, ‘It’s façade was crumbling away’ is most certainly not.

What we think it means: We quite forgivably seem to think this means ‘noisy’, ‘boisterous’ or ‘loud’ as in ‘The boys became more noisome as the night progressed’. The correct meaning is somewhat different.

4. Noisome

What it actually means: Noisome, when used correctly means disagreeable, unpleasant or offensive to the point of arousing disgust. So be extremely careful when jumping to describe someone as ‘noisome’, they may not take to it too kindly! A correct example could be ‘The food in the fridge had gone off, ensuring a noisome smell filled the rest of the house’.

3. Desert

What we think it means: ‘I just ate the biggest desert I’ve ever had in my life’. Well you’re definitely a contender for Man V Food then. Yup, many of us insist that ‘desert’ is the spelling for the last course in a meal.


What is actually means: Yes, ‘desert’ is a hot sandy place, or alternatively can mean to abandon someone or something. ‘Dessert’ is the proper spelling for the food you eat after your main course. ‘I ate my dessert in under five minutes’, you’ve got it! My rather strange way of remembering is that ‘dessert’ is the longer word with the extra ‘s’ even although a ‘dessert’ is quite substantially smaller than a desert. If you, like me, can easily get your head round bizarre ways of remembering things, you will never spell either of these words incorrectly again.

2. Unique

What we think it means: ‘Unusual’ or ‘rare’. Many of us use this far too often when commenting on how unusual we think something is like ‘Oh that colour is really quite unique isn’t it?’.

What It actually means: The one and only. The single example that there is. One of a kind. So something can simply not be ‘pretty’, ‘somewhat’, ‘rather’ or ‘quite’ unique. This contradicts the meaning of what you are saying. You cannot use these adverbs to convey different degrees of ‘unique’. So ‘Janet’s dress is pretty unique’ = wrong, but, ‘The sparkling light was the unique star in the sky that night’ = correct!

1. Ironic

What we think it means: Ironic does not refer to an amusing coincidence as many seem to be led to believe. So many instances of irony are used incorrectly: ‘I finally got to go to the shops on my break, and they were closed! Isn’t that ironic?’ Not at all. It’s just a bit of an annoying coincidence.


What it actually means: Ironic is really about when the opposite outcome occurs to what was expected. One of the best examples is Alanis Morissette’s hit song ‘Ironic’. Every single example in the song is NOT ironic, cleverly making the song itself completely ironic. It is ironic because this is a song meant to be about irony, but none of the examples used in the song are ironic! For example ’It’s like rain on your wedding day’ isn’t so much ironic, as it is frustrating. However, spending half of your life making fire extinguishers, and then dying in a fire because you didn’t have a fire extinguisher, now THAT’s irony. Geddit?

Did that help? Or did you know it all anyway? I bet you have a few of your own you’re dying to shout at me now. Tell me what you’d add to this list!